Over the last semester of 6th grade was the beginning of my parents divorce. The start of my journey. My father moved out quickly. Sapulpa Middle School kept me occupied from the daily reminders of my father's disappearance. Even though he would take me out to dinner occasionally; I missed his daily appearance.
That summer, I played AAU basketball. Every weekend I had five or six games and during the week I had practices. Basketball was my life. One weekend in particularly was special.